Power Rangers: Hyper Strike

In his mind's eye the being known as Ninjor could see the destruction of Earth, not the Earth in his own universe, but an Earth in an alternate world. An Earth with no rangers and no one to create them. With his real eyes however, he could only see his companion looking at a silver box containing six strange devices. "Red Jaguar, Green Turtle, Pink Butterfly, Black Bat, Yellow Rhino, and Purple Pegasus," murmured Ninjor. Whether it was to his companion or to his self, neither knew or cared. "It is time." he told the other, his voice empty of emotion. "Dantai will soon begin his assault. We must find the people who will use these morphers or their world is doomed."

"We must." his companion echoed. Their voice was the opposite of Ninjor's, sounding strained and desperate as they added, "We lost one world. We will not lose another."

Chapter One: The Beginning

Nothing about August 1st, 2003 seemed very unusual to Kyle John Evanick. He was still just your average, bored 19-year-old boy with a TV obsession and who had wished for a long time that something, anything, interesting would happen in his life. He could be sucked into the Pokémon world, he could be a Digidestined, he could be chosen to be a Power Ranger, it didn't mater to him. Anything would be an improvement over merely sitting at his desk, wishing for the impossible.

But then, nothing is impossible…

"Alright, checked email, submitted story and I'm now checking Ellen Brand's stories," Kyle muttered to himself. As he did so, he absently clicked on a link marked PR Info. Before he was even aware of what he'd done, a blinding white light filled the room. When it disappeared, so had Kyle.

"Wha…" muttered Kyle groggily, staring around at his surroundings. "I've gotta be dreaming! It's the Power Chamber!" The large chamber did indeed look vaguely like the Power Chamber from Zeo and Turbo. That is, if the Power Chamber had had a place where all seven Morphin Ranger costumes were standing on one wall, the Zeo costumes, minus Gold, on another and the five Turbo costumes along the third in a strange cross between a memorial and a trophy display. As his mind began noticed the person standing where Zordon's Power Tube should have been. Kyle gulped, "You're Ninjor! But what do you want from me?" Despite his featureless helmet, Ninjor looked grim.

"Kyle, your Earth is in great danger. In Zordon's…absence, I need to recruit six teenagers to champion and defend it," Ninjor explained bluntly. "My small gift for prophecy, though greatly limited compared to his, has told me you are to be the Red Hyperstrike Ranger and responsible for recruiting other Rangers around the world!" Kyle blinked.

"Can't you just teleport them here?" he asked reasonably.

"I wish, but so far I've only had the time and resources to locate you," Ninjor sighed.

"Oh."

"Did I mention time was running out?"

"For some reason, you don't have to," replied Kyle dryly. Ninjor chuckled at that, he did so like it when a Ranger had a sense of humour. Most of them were far too serious for his taste.

"Let me explain the powers," he told Kyle. Clearing his throat over dramatically, and pointedly ignoring the amusement on Kyle's face, he began. "As Red Ranger, your weapon is the Star Sword and you are guided by your Power Animal, the fierce Jaguar. Green Ranger has the Turtle as their guide and strikes with the Thunder Axe while the Pink Ranger has the Triangle Tri-Bow and draws strength from the graceful Butterfly. The Black Ranger is armed with the Staff and is powered by the mischievous Bat and Yellow Ranger wields the unbreakable Limestone Lance and commands the mighty Rhino. Finally, Purple Ranger soars aloft on the back of the mythical Pegasus and is protected by the Wing Shield." Kyle raised an eyebrow.

"All the rest of us get weapons and Purple gets a Shield?" he questioned.

"Don't look at me, I didn't design the powers," Ninjor replied, shrugging his shoulders, then continued his lecture. "In addition, the six Hyper Weapons combine in various configurations, you also have a Hyperlaser; a Bladeblaster style weapon which has two special modes: Spiral Mode, a large sabre, and Thunder Mode a huge V-weapon sized cannon.

"Each Ranger also controls an element, which with time and practice they may use in battle. As Red, you are Fire, Green is Lightning, Black is Darkness, Pink is Wind, Yellow is Earth and Purple is Light." Kyle nodded, having had time during Ninjor's explanation for his mind to stop whirling and absorb the situation.

"Who do we have to face?" he asked, the saying 'Know your enemy,' springing to mind.

"Observe the viewing globe!" Ninjor replied with a chuckle at some unseen joke, then shrugged. "Sorry, I always wanted to say that." Chuckling now himself, Kyle did so and saw three figures. One was a man in his mid-20's who had an axe on his back and black armour, another was a girl his age with blue hair and a green bodysuit, and finally there was something that looked like a WereGarurumon in armour wielding an axe.

"The man is Dantai. He is an evil scientist who was imprisoned years ago, but was freed recently by his kid sister Nitra and his right hand, Tyranus. Before you ask, he's the wolf." Kyle smiled at that.

"We get Zords?" he asked.

"Duh." was the flippant reply. "Each Ranger has a Hyperzord based on their animal. Collectively, Jaguar, Turtle, Bat, Rhino and Pegasus become the Strike Megazord."

Kyle watched the simulation on the viewing globe. Rhino's front legs folded in, taking the head with them as the rear legs swung out. Jaguar and Pegasus transformed, Triceratops and Sabre-tooth-tiger style, to become the legs and feet, connecting with Rhino's rear legs. Turtle withdrew into its shell before splitting into two halves, each connecting as an arm. Finally, the bat transformed and became the head.

"The Megazord cockpit is kept in the Rhino," Ninjor commented. "And the Butterfly can convert into the Strike Battlezord." On the globe, the two machines posed together, preparing for an imminent, unknown battle. Ninjor looked at, hopefully, his first Ranger in several centuries. "Well Kyle, will you be the new Red Ranger?" Kyle thought about it for the surprisingly lengthy time of two whole seconds.

"I'll do it!" Ninjor handed Kyle his morpher.

"With you and the other Rangers we may have a chance! To activate the morpher say 'Going Hyper'. And good luck." Despite the inevitable danger, Kyle couldn't help smiling. This was going to be a greater adventure then he'd ever dreamed of…

There's an ancient saying. 'Be careful what you wish for…'